SPN Imagines... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Crawling Into Dean's Bed After Watching A Scary Movie Together

"Sam, can I sleep with you tonight?" You asked, peeking your head into his room.

"Y/N, my bed's barely big enough for me. Why don't you go bug Dean, after all it was his bright idea to watch a scary movie when he knows you can never sleep afterwards." Sam groaned, rolling over in bed to face you.

"But Sammy-"

"No, you cuddle in your sleep and it's always a little awkward in the morning." He said, a tinge of red lighting his cheeks.

You couldn't help it, most nights you ran cold and how could you not cuddle into a big warm moose of a man.

"Fine. I guess I'll wake up Dean then." You sighed, shutting the door and padding down the hall.

Normally you would've gone to Dean's room first. He never turned you away or complained about your tendency to cuddle, but tonight was different, it was his turn to choose the movie and you didn't care to admit to him that it did scare you. Though, the second you laid your head on your pillow you saw that creature creeping along the bottom of your bed, imagining its gnarly fingers reaching towards your ankle under the covers. And pulling your knees up to your chest didn't help.

You were a hunter and a pretty damn good one at that. Hunted alone for years before you'd even met the Winchesters and moved into the bunker. But still one silly scary movie got to you.

"De. De," you whispered, standing awkwardly in the doorway. He didn't answer and there was no way you were getting back to sleep alone, so you tiptoed over to his bedside. "Dean," you said a little louder, placing your hands on his shoulder and shaking him.

You sighed when all you got out of him was a light snore. It just so happens that tonight was the only time he'd ever been a deep sleeper since you'd known him. You stared at his sleeping form for a moment before huffing out a breath and peeling back the comforter, slipping into bed next to him. You turned your back to him, already feeling safer and hugged your pillow.

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"Y/N/N? Y/N, wake up." You felt yourself being shaken awake, not realizing you had fallen asleep in the first place. "S'just a nightmare, sweetheart. It's okay. You're okay. I'm right here."

It was then you noticed yourself covered in a thick layer of sweat and breathing heavily. Dean perched up on his elbow next to you.

"Dean?" You struggled to see in the dark, still coming out of the haze of your nightmare.

"Yeah, it's me. Why didn't you wake me up if you were scared?" He asked, laying back down next to you, his arm snuggly around your waist, holding you close.

"I tried," you said, turning and nuzzling into his chest. "You were out cold."

"Well, I'm awake now. I'll take the first shift and watch out for any boogeymen. Grab some shuteye, sweetheart." He said, wrapping you tightly up in his arms and kissing the top of your head.

"Thank you. I knew there was a reason why I keep you around." You mumbled, already feeling yourself drifting into a dreamless slumber.

"Y/N/N, sweetheart. I have a confession to make. I know you hate scary movies, it's just been a while since we shared a bed on a hunt and I missed your cuddles." Dean whispered, holding his breath awaiting your reply. One that didn't come when he realized that you were already fast asleep. "I love you, Y/N." He murmured, knowing you wouldn't hear him as he traced patterns with his fingertips up your arm and tucked your head under his chin. "Sleep tight, sweetheart. I got you."